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Blogshorts, Day 6: Dog Days of Summers

Today is Day #6 of of Blogdramedy’s Summer Writing Challenge: Blogshorts. The theme this year is the Dog Days of Summer. 10 days, 10 dogs (nine of which were famous dog-characters chosen by Blogdramedy as inspiration), each story 110 words.

Today’s dog is Snoopy, likely the world’s most renown beagle.

Dog Days of Summers

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I am never allowed in the front. But the back seat is full of suitcases and bags.

She is crying and talking, and I don’t like it. We are alone, but she is not talking to me.

“That sonofaBITCH! How could… and with that little tramp! ‘It just happened’ my ass! And me — practically 40! Christ.”

Whimpering, my ears cup. I don’t think she’s mad at me, but I don’t like it. I pant.

She shifts, looks at me. Maybe for the first time since the mad dash from the house.

I’ve always wondered what dogs are thinking when they witness human drama. What do they make of all the crying and shrieking and talking into that little black thing the humans carry everywhere? Judging from the sad looks they often have while we carry on, they seem to understand it’s not a happy moment.

HG — I think they completely get the tone of what we say, even if they don’t understand the particulars. Eutaw could always — and Penny seems to be able to, too — pick up on how we’re feeling and what sort of mood we’re in.